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sunday.
I define my poetry as
an alphabet soup of
mediocre one-liners
gone cold.
monday.
My words brace to splatter
against the microwave walls
of some unfortunate skull.
tuesday.
My lips are chapping,
confessing yours
to some disembodied thing
that coaxes them calmly.
wednesday.
My stomach releases
the butterflies that occupied it
in the days we occupied each other.
thursday.
My name is
the softest word
in a sentence
I wasn’t meant to hear.
friday.
My eyes open
because today is a part
of my
cosmic blip.
saturday.
I define my poetry
as the leech
that bleeds me.
I define my poetry as
an alphabet soup of
mediocre one-liners
gone cold.
monday.
My words brace to splatter
against the microwave walls
of some unfortunate skull.
tuesday.
My lips are chapping,
confessing yours
to some disembodied thing
that coaxes them calmly.
wednesday.
My stomach releases
the butterflies that occupied it
in the days we occupied each other.
thursday.
My name is
the softest word
in a sentence
I wasn’t meant to hear.
friday.
My eyes open
because today is a part
of my
cosmic blip.
saturday.
I define my poetry
as the leech
that bleeds me.
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honeysuckle
i cant discard those sunsoaked flower petal days
the fragrance of the warmed rough sidewalk
and the air slipping past as soft as forgetting
honeysuckle bloom yields a small kiss of nectar
one that rolls and sings across the tongue in f major
and you would yield small kisses
and i would yield also
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.,
tell me what's left of a poet when poetry's left her
Literature
III.
her name was Atlantis; her doctor
said she drowned herself
in an ocean of sadness
by downing the bottle
of salt-water on
the bedside table.
(i think she was only lost, Sir,
i think she was just trying to
find her way back home.)
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A poem I wrote for a workshop in my Foundations of Creative Writing class. Enjoy!
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Thursday gives me the image of gossip? Confessions?
Love all of this, every day of the week!
Love all of this, every day of the week!